Chapter 2 I'm sorry, Poor Dao only believes in the Three Qing Dao Ancestors

"Poofโ€”"

The sound of the bullet penetrating ** was particularly terrifying in the dense forest, and the man in the suit stumbled and fell to the ground again, struggling to get up, but it was useless to struggle for a long time.

Jiujiu didn't expect that there would be such an unlucky person in the world, so he rarely looked at him with a trace of sympathy, and finally reached out and touched his nose without embarrassment, "That, uncle, are you okay, the master forgot that you are behind!" โ€

"Can't die!" Zhao Qi, the man in the suit, touched the wound in his abdomen when he snorted coldly, and couldn't help but gasp, he didn't know when he had an extra handful of delicate 54 in his hand, gritted his teeth and stood up with his hand support, looking at each other with a gloomy face, "Who are you?" โ€

"The one who wants your life!" The blonde and blue-eyed foreigner sneered, they were mercenaries who fled to Yanhuang Country, if it weren't for the high remuneration given by his employer, he wouldn't have come to this ghost place, now he just wants to kill the person in front of him and go back to get the money, as for the Jiujiu on the side, he has long been automatically ignored.

Zhao Qi, the man in the suit, wrinkled his eyebrows deeply, the boss was highly poisoned, although the news has been blocked, but there is no impermeable wall in the world.

In order to stabilize the turbulent branches, Zhao Qi handed over the boss to Lin Dashao as a last resort, and risked his life alone to find the hidden master in the boss's mouth, but he didn't expect to be targeted by these four mercenaries as soon as he got off the plane.

The scene became tense, five men and five guns, and the battle was about to break out.

"You fight and fight, don't make trouble on the master's territory!" The cold voice sounded faintly, with a hint of impatience, everyone subconsciously looked at the opening of Jiujiu, and at the same time, someone subconsciously pulled the trigger.

The man in the suit didn't expect the other party to be so shameless, and fell down heavily, at this time, let alone stand up, he didn't even have the strength to pull the trigger, so he could only close his eyes and calmly wait for the arrival of death.

"It seems that you haven't listened to what the master said!" With a sigh of pity, Jiujiu's thin figure slowly walked in front of Zhao Qi.

After not waiting for the deadly gunshot for a long time, Zhao Qi opened his eyes in some surprise, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth when he saw the nine wines that appeared in front of him.

Jiujiu ignored the four foreigners on the opposite side, stretched out his foot and kicked the dying man in the suit, frowned and said impatiently, "Hey, uncle, are you dead?" โ€

That kick seemed to be light, but the man in the suit felt a stagnation in his chest, subconsciously opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, raised his eyes angrily, but the next second he was shocked by the abundant power in his body, he raised his head in disbelief and looked at Jiujiu, and the words of gratitude choked hard after seeing the undisguised disgust in her eyes.

"Who are you?" Listening to the strange words of the yellow-haired monkey behind him, Jiujiu said that he was very uneasy, glanced at the other party with slanted eyes, and said something that made the man in the suit can't help but laugh, "Why, the master hasn't come out and walked around for a long time, and even the monkey has learned to speak human words?" โ€

โ€œShit๏ผโ€

Even if he couldn't understand the meaning of the young man's words, the blonde still heard his sarcasm about himself from Zhao Qi's arrogant laughter, cursed in a low voice, reached out and grabbed the gun in the black man's hand behind him and aimed at Jiujiu, and shouted arrogantly: "Boy, I'm going to send you to God!" โ€

"I'm sorry, Poor Dao only believes in the Three Qing Dao Ancestors!" Under the muzzle, Jiujiu was not without calm words, and even Zhao Qi pinched a cold sweat for him when he saw it, you know, what the other party has in his hand is a real gun, or the desert eagle known as the scythe of death, it is really fearless for those who don't know!

"Hey!" Just when Zhao Qi felt sorry for Jiujiu's ignorance, Jiujiu spoke again to defeat his perception of ignorance, only to see him say with a little dissatisfaction, "I said that yellow-haired monkey, don't point your broken cigarette gun at the master, the master is not happy, the consequences are very strict!" โ€

"Broken, broken smoking gun!" Zhao Qi felt that his forehead was a little swollen and painful, and looked at Jiujiu's childish little face with a look of regret, as if he had foreseen his tragic fate.

"Damn Chinese boy!" Although the blonde and blue-eyed Chinese were poor, this did not affect his hearing and eyesight, and the disdain on Jiu Jiu Nian's face unabashedly stung his eyes, and it also completely angered him, making him pull the trigger without hesitation.

The expected gunshot did not appear, and all the people looked at Jiujiu who looked down and played with the object in his hand with a damn face, the most fearful thing was the blonde hair and blue eyes, looking down at his empty palm with a blank face, his gaze stiffly moved to the opposite Jiujiu, and when he saw what he was playing with, his pupils slowly dilated.

No one saw how Jiujiu moved, it was almost a blink of an eye, and by the time everyone came to their senses, the Desert Eagle had already fallen into her hands, and she didn't seem to have moved the whole time.

Fear slowly hit everyone's hearts, and the first to come back to his senses was the bearded foreigner behind the blonde and blue-eyed, only to see him scream strangely, and press the trigger at the fastest speed in his life, at the same time, the other three also quickly raised their respective weapons.

"Bang bang bang!" The chaotic gunfire was deafening, but Jiujiu once again refreshed Zhao Qi's senses, because Zhao Qi had been staring at Jiujiu, so he could see his movements clearly, and at the same time deeply despised himself, it's not that people don't know this thing, it's just that they're tired of playing with it at all, maybe in her eyes, it's really just a broken toy.

The gunfire stopped abruptly, the four of them looked down at their chests in disbelief, and then looked up into fear, it was a kind of fear of ignorance and horror, four shots, nine wines only fired four shots, but with their skills they still couldn't avoid it, as far as the position of them was shot, they couldn't kill for a while, but it also made the life of the shot worse than death, which is not something that people can do at all.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!" Jiujiu ignored everyone's frightened eyes, threw away the 'broken cigarette gun' in his hand and silently recited a sentence, raised his head and glanced at the four miscellaneous monkeys on the opposite side who were already scared and crying, and said impatiently, "Don't you get out yet, are you waiting for the master to send you out?" โ€

In the face of Jiujiu's impatience, the four mercenaries were so frightened that they helped each other to crawl into the bushes, for fear that they would end up with a place to die and no place to be buried if they were one step too late.

Finally drove away the four eyesore guys, Jiujiu turned around and found that there was another one behind him, raised his eyebrows slightly, and kicked Zhao Qi who was lying on the ground pretending to be stunned with an impatient face, "Don't pretend, the master will make a move, you won't be able to die for a while, hurry up and get out of the house while the master hasn't changed his mind!" โ€

I didn't expect that I would be recognized if I pretended to be dizzy, Zhao Qi's body stiffened, and he opened his eyes with some embarrassment, but where was the shadow of that strange little Taoist priest in front of him.

If it weren't for the bullet casings scattered around him, he really thought he had a dream, but the kick in his chest still hurt, which really reminded him of the little Taoist priest's cunzร i, "Master! โ€